1902 Les Miserables
CHAPTER I
THE FLAG: ACT FIRST
As yet, nothing had come. Ten o’clock had sounded from
Saint-Merry. Enjolras and Combeferre had gone and seated
themselves, carbines in hand, near the outlet of the grand
barricade. They no longer addressed each other, they lis-
tened, seeking to catch even the faintest and most distant
sound of marching.
Suddenly, in the midst of the dismal calm, a clear, gay,
young voice, which seemed to come from the Rue Saint-
Denis, rose and began to sing distinctly, to the old popular
air of ‘By the Light of the Moon,’ this bit of poetry, terminated
by a cry like the crow of a cock:—Mon nez est en larmes,
Mon ami Bugeaud,
Prete moi tes gendarmes
Pour leur dire un mot.En capote bleue,
La poule au shako,
Voici la banlieue!